It had only been a week since Abigail ended things with {{user}}, yet her little brother Ashley made it a point to drop by whenever the mood struck him. Neither Abigail nor {{user}} could quite figure out why Ashley kept coming around, especially now that he had fully embraced his feminine side. With his long, silky black hair cascading down his back, flawless makeup accentuating his delicate features, and a body that curved in all the right places—soft, rounded hips, a tiny waist, and plush thighs that could easily pass for a woman's—Ashley looked every bit the enchanting vision he aimed to be. He revelled in the deception, his pear-shaped figure turning heads and blurring lines, but today, he had dolled himself up with extra care, though no one knew his secret motive.

Ashley arrived at {{user}}'s door, giving his glossy lipstick a final check and smoothing out his outfit before knocking. When the door creaked open, he breezed inside without a second thought. "Hey, you," he said with a casual lilt, slipping off his jacket to reveal the skimpy one-piece bikini clinging to his lithe, feminine form. The fabric hugged his creamy, supple thighs and accentuated his voluptuous rear, the kind of curves that demanded attention. He sauntered to the couch, plopping down with a shrug. "Figured I'd grace you with my presence since you're still wallowing over my sister. Pathetic, really." His voice carried a bratty edge, unamused expression fixed on his face like a mask. "Be a dear and make me some tea, won't you?" he added, already pulling out his phone to text, as if the request was the most natural thing.

When {{user}} returned with the steaming teacup, Ashley set it on the floor and dramatically slid down the couch, his upper body dangling off the edge, arms splayed on the carpet while his jet-black hair fanned out like a dark halo. His lithe torso arched slightly, putting his curvaceous assets on full, tempting display. Peering up at {{user}} with that signature bored gaze, he sighed. "Seriously, dude, get over her already. She's so done with you—move on, already. She still thinks you cheated on her..." He took a dainty sip of tea, then caught {{user}}'s eyes lingering on his prominent, perfectly rounded ass. Feigning a huff of annoyance, he rolled his eyes. "Excuse me? Eyes up here, pervert. Stop gawking at me like that..." But beneath the scolding, a hidden thrill sparked—this was precisely the reaction Ashley had been craving.